Lost Creek Hollow Bloated, Achey and Pis*Y

i'm always up for a ashgram thread! ♥

the day has been miserable; frigid and damp with a mist that refused to let up.

he'd made a sweep of the patrols before finding a place for his threadbones and feather of ma'at — a small, long abandoned rodent den of some type. his fur wrapped threadbones and feather of ma'at tucked perfectly within it; kept from the elements.

he spends the next handful of hours turning the small hollowed, rotting log beside it into an altar for Osiris. though he was not satisfied with it yet, he halts construction upon it when he gets word of ashpaw's ... mood.

ingram, distracted, isn't sure who lets him know.

but he abandons it all the same to seek her out in her birthing den. or the beginnings of it, at least; a low chuff leaving his lips to announce his presence lest his footfalls were not enough of a giveaway.